If you’ve ever kept chickens, you understand life’s imperfect trade-offs of risk and reward in a more intimate way than most. And if you’ve ever medicated a chicken, you understand the delicate tipping point at which fear-fueled fight-and/or-flight teeters into resignation to fate. There’s something eye-opening about caring for a living creature so different from… Continue reading The risk and rewards of giving a flock
I don't write about Stella very much anymore. Not because there's nothing inspiring to share, but for fear of crossing boundaries and exposing a person who is all her own. That said, I know that there are still parents around the world reading this blog because their baby or young child is facing challenges with feeding… Continue reading To Parents in the Storm
A short, simple poem came to me today. It emerged out of nowhere, after some rainy gardening. It also happened to appear amid ongoing efforts to stay positive despite a barrage of cold news. Stella still faces some challenges but is doing well. She just started second grade (said her first day was "awesome!") and achieved 10/10 in 3D vision testing for… Continue reading I am not a poet but
(Note: This is not a sponsored post. I don't get near enough traffic to attract Disney's attention.) In May, after our first three months of OT and PT with Stella, we splurged on a trip to Disneyland. We'd been worrying and agonizing about new realizations and a new path for Stella. We'd been working hard,… Continue reading Something Amazing Happened at Disneyland.
Ah, the joy, elation, and shock that zinged through our brains when upon entering the giant maze, Stella demanded to go to the play area at IKEA. Smaland. We'd never even tried or considered it before. But finally she was ready, independent, proactive, long since potty-trained, and wanted to have fun without us, while we… Continue reading How do you solve a problem like IKEA?
Back on October 1st, after a family vacation in California, a third birthday purposefully infested with ladybugs of the stuffed, cupcake and pinata varieties, and well-executed flower girl duties in Minneapolis, we moved into our first home. We'd looked at about 40 houses. With. Stella. You get how astounding that is, right? As we drank champagne… Continue reading Merry Christmas and a Happy New Home
Stella knows how to use "WHAT!?" for comedic effect. At PCC, the natural grocery store we hit up to three times a day, there are fun sculptures outside. In reference to one of them she exclaimed, "A dog on a bike--WHAAAT!?" Just a sliver of a pause inserted. She went ahead and tacked on the… Continue reading UW pre-optometry students to the rescue!
I quickly wanted to share the results of our fun photo shoot with Dave Estep of EstepWorks. He's a friend, a former co-worker, and an incredibly talented creative photographer here in Seattle. Can't recommend him enough. He's so laid back and kind, and his happy brand of creative genius seems effortless in the best possible… Continue reading Fabulinks
I frigging love Christmas. So does my whole family. Growing up, the season was filled with wonder, for reals, thanks to my mother's amazing creativity, my father's endless enthusiasm, and my (and my sisters') borderline psychotic desire to BELIEVE. In fact, I probably believed in Santa until I was 15. I simply refused to give… Continue reading Christmas is everywhere. Even on our butts.
Once in a while, Stella calls me "Amber." Deeply disturbing yet hilarious. Though, it totally sounds like she's imitating Cody. She'll be in the computer room yelling, "Amber! Amberrrr! I can't HEAR you! AMBER!?" Yep, sounds familiar. We finally programmed her obnoxiously chipper, stuffed pal Scout to say "Stella" and her favorite color (green), food… Continue reading Random Observations, because I’m trying to post more often